Given That I've Become a Villainess, I'd Like to Live Freely

I liked that I meant to, but I was blocked in the mouth with a cloth to keep my voice out of the squire who brought me the meal.

(Well, I was expecting... but what the knight said was true, too. If you can't speak anymore... you can't move because shackles weigh heavily... after all...)

"Hehe, my pretty princess. How's life here?

It was not the usual squire or that knight who came down the stairs, but the perverted Count Damiel.

"Oh - you couldn't speak up if you said so. I'm afraid I can't hear your pretty voice, but I'm going to have a light investigation into this mansion now. They all seem to care about you. [M] But you're mine. I don't want to be found.

The hand that comes into the store and touches my cheek is very disgusting.

...

"I hear you don't sell samurai. Heh heh, I would have taken you to me if you were going to sell it right away. Well, it's about time that you came to me. Someone told you about today, right? But too bad. This is a bunker under the dungeon. He doesn't know this mansion because he's set it up. He can't find this place.

Even one little hope vanished when I heard that word.

"Hehe, that's its face! That's awesome. Did you expect that? That my people will come here. I told you, you belong to me.

With that said, the perverted Count buried his face in my neck.

Chikun, and when I thought the pain ran on my neck, the perverted Count let go of his face and grabbed my hair and pulled it closer.

"You belong to me. Don't forget. You don't want to grieve your precious samurai, do you? Then you can come to me without thinking too much about it.

At the end of the day, with a disgusting grin, the perverted Count left the barn.

"Mmm! Hmm!"

It's probably Anna. You must be prevented from speaking out in the same way. I think Anna was worried because she couldn't hear us talking.

I want to tell her to feel safe, but I can't speak up myself, so it's difficult. I don't know if I'll pass it on, but it's okay. I said "uh-huh" with the thought of saying it.

(... what to do. This perverted Count is cautious. If you're hiding us in the basement again, no matter who comes, you won't find us.... if you bring El or Elt here, you'll notice the smell of me on the Count...)

It still seemed like there was no other way than to be his concubine.

(Anna alone, if you can help...)